Tomorrow is the big day. It is close, but so far away. I have been going over and over in my mind, how I am going to handle myself. I have my nails done, eyebrows waxed, and ideas forged. Just have to get a good night sleep, wake up refreshed and get ready. Oh wait!!!...what am I going to wear? Should I wear the worst I can to make me look my fattest, or wear something to hide as much as I can, like I normally do? My heart tells me to be myself and wear what will look nice in front of the judges. They don't want to see fat and rolls falling all over the place. I am afterall, going to an interview. So we will treat it as such and dress accordingly.
Hmmm, now the next question is what? Obviously I will wear black pants. Always black; never white or red or green or some other ungodly color. Black pants it is. I think...no I KNOW what I will wear over them. I will wear my fuchsia blouse. That way I will look good, but also won't look thin either. I will borrow Mom's necklace to go with it and a nice pair of earrings and be ready to go win a spot in the competition. I will be crushed if I don't, so I have to keep this upbeat positive attitude. It sure is hard sometimes.
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